We have had two glorious days of sunshine. Really. No kidding. No rain at all for two whole days and there is a chance the sun will come through again today. Yesterday we were so pleased to see the sun we managed to get four loads of washing done and dried outside on the line.
Monday it rained. Tuesday it rained. Wednesday it rained.
On Tuesday we discovered there was a Table Top sale of crafts at the Tolmen Centre so Janis got me the email address and I booked a table, my first venture of selling my cards. Very scary.
In the afternoon we drove into Helston and picked up some pictures Mum had had framed and dropped off another to frame for a show.
On Wednesday we completed the WASGIJ which was a relief to everyone. We thought we had lost a piece, but Jackie had kept it in her pocket to make sure she put the last piece in.
On Thursday we were all stir crazy having done little other than walk the dogs through the village due to the poor weather. We packed the car and the dogs and drove over to Perranporth to see for ourselves how it had fared through the storms. We took Jackie to the caravan site and tried to explain for her how it had looked when Granddad and Aunty Grace and then Aunty Billie had been up there. It has all changed now and the caravans are very sophisticated with wooden railed decking for those long summer evenings. The view is still there though.....
The beach is so different it is hard to explain. The first thing to hit us was that you can no longer get onto the main beach from the car park. The bridge over the river is no longer long enough because the river has burst out of its concrete restraints and the bridge now dumps you in fast moving deep water.
So instead we walked through the alley ways to the holiday flats and crossed onto the beach via the little bridge we used to use when Billie was living opposite the beach. The bridge is still there, but the end of the bridge seems to be missing something so it is a scramble to get onto the sand .
So many changes. The pub on the beach is now stranded on top of an island of sand and rocks
I am not sure if Chapel Rock itself has changed shape, i would need to compare old photo's, but the sand around it is now covered in small rocks.
Jackie kept the family tradition and climbed to the top of the rock. In fact she spent a long time up there watching a man trying to surf but not doing very well.
After all the walking and climbing we walked back through the town and reached Pickwicks just in time for lunch (well planned). Afterwards we went into a charity shop and I bought another Jigsaw, just in case the weather breaks again.
we sat in the car to eat our ice cream looking out over the beach. Someone was trying to brush all the sand up off the car park and return it to the beach - a thank less job I think.
For a moment - a horrible moment - we thought the ice cream parlour by the car park had gone, but it was still there and we forced ourselves to have a single scoop just to keep them in business. Being St Pirans day they were planning a bit of a BBQ later on, but by then it was cold despite the sunshine so we got in the car and drove up to St Agnes Beacon then parked and walked along the top of the cliffs with the excellent view of the sea and the shoreline to Perranporth.
On Friday we wandered around Falmouth and had Fish and Chips in our favourite restaurant overlooking the harbour.
Saturday was D day. Mum's friend had looked through my cards and bought £5 worth so I already had my table money. When we got to the hall we realised it was the wrong sort of table top sale, all done for the local pre-school and the only things that sold were second hand clothes and toys. Never mind I sold another 5 cards and froze into the bargain. There was some very nice cake to make up for the disappointment. At least I know to be more careful in my selection of sales and it was a great time for listening to the young mums who all knew one another and were like twittering birds all around me. A cheerful distraction.
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